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She Said


"Pass the chocolate chips, would you?"

Alice tossed me the yellow bag and resumed her place beside Rose at my counter. They watched silently as I added chocolate to the dough, mixing the little chunks through, making sure they were evenly distributed.

"What?" I asked, without looking up.

"Oh, you know 'what', Bella," Rose said, a dry laugh punctuating her words. "You know exactly 'what'."

"The last time we saw you, besides at work, you were covered in food gunk and making out in your kitchen with your neighbor," Alice added.

I began dropping little spoonfuls of cookie dough on to a cookie sheet.

"You guys want walnuts, right? Or no?"

They spoke as one. "Bella."

"Fine, jeez." I blew my hair out of my face and looked at them, finally. "We've been having tons of sex."

Alice's mouth dropped open but Rose nodded, motioning for me to continue. "Yeah, we know that. We heard it, which by the way, was a little disturbing."

Now my mouth dropped open. "What?"

"Wait, what do you mean 'lots of sex'?" Alice interrupted, looking excited. She snagged a couple of chocolate chips that had fallen by the wayside. "Like, every day?"

"Like multiple times a day. He's proving a point."

"What point?" Rose asked.

"That he's not a two minute man."

Rose snorted.

I gave her a warning glance. "Do not say anything to Jasper or Emmett. I'm serious."

"Look at who's being all protective," she teased smugly. "A week ago you would've had that crap on billboards across town."

"Yeah, probably," I agreed, making ball after ball of dough.

"So has he?" Alice asked.

"Has he what?"

"Proven his point?"

"Oh! Oh, yeah. It's getting obnoxious actually. I had to tell him this morning that quality is better than quantity."

"You're so mean!" she squealed, her cheeks pinkening with glee.

"I have to be," I said, shrugging. "It's like, he smells weakness. Gotta keep him on his toes and all that."

"You guys are freaking weird," Rose said.

I washed my hands. "I know."


He Said


"So…" Emmett said, stretching out across the couch. "Bella, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, instead trying to figure out what had happened to the extra Wii nunchuk.

"Jasper, did you take the black one home last time?"

"Naw, Em did."

I glared over my shoulder at Emmett, who held up his hands in defense. "Hey. I didn't know we were playing Zelda today."

"We're not; we're playing Super Mario Galaxy."

"What-evs…"

I threw a pillow at him. "You suck. Seriously. Go get it."

"But – "

"Dude!"

"Fine!" He stood up, cracking his back. "But when I come back, I want hear all about you being a good neighbor." He waggled his eyebrows. "Don't think I didn't hear you guys."

He swaggered off, helping himself to a bag of Family Size Ranch Doritos on the way out.

Exhaling roughly, I sank to the couch. Unfortunately, having sex this much after a drought was doing two things to me. One, it was making my dick chafe a little. And two, it was making me even hornier.

Hungrier than ever.

"You okay there?" Jasper asked, giving me a funny look as I adjusted myself.

"Peachy keen."

"Edward."

"Jasper. Yes. I'm hooking up with Bella, okay?"

"Is that all it is?"

"Why do you always get like this? Do you, like, subscribe to women's magazines?"

"No." Jasper laughed, settling back. "But I'm not freaked out by feelings like you obviously are."

I shook my head, unwilling to take such obvious bait. "I'm not freaked out. Everything's fine."

"So why do you keep looking out the window? At her house?"

Damn. Nothing came to mind.

"She's pretty hot. I think you should go for it – "

"Oh, I'm going for it all right. Every day – "

"Yeah, no. I mean you should try to actually be in a relationship with her. She's exactly what you need."

I grimaced. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"She's as insane as you are, for one. And she doesn't put up with your garbage."

Literally...

"I thought you were supposed to be my friend," I whined.

"I am. And as your friend, I'm suggesting you don't mess it up with Bella."

"Yeah, because I haven't already messed it up enough with all the pranks," I chortled, losing myself in the sweet memories of terrorizing Sugar Britches.

"Yeah, really," Jasper said, smiling.

I jumped up. "Wanna a beer?"

"Whatcha got?"

"MGD…"

"Piss."

"Rolling Rock…"

"Meh."

"Bells Kalamazoo Stout."

Jasper had the good sense to look baffled. "Yeah, man. Hook it up."

We went into the kitchen and I opened two brewskis, handing him one.

"Hm. Not bad." He took another sip. "That's intense. How'd you hear about it?"

I hadn't. I'd seen it randomly online and while the creepy picture on the bottle hadn't done anything for me, the name had… rung a bell.

Ha. Pun totally intended.

We polished off the beer and then another.

Jasper twisted around on his bar stool, looking at the oven clock. "Where the hell is Emmett?"


She Said


The doorbell rang.

I mentally chastised the skip in my heart. No. It just did not do to be all giddy over Boy Next Door.

"Hey… Emmett."

"Hey, goddess of all things good smelling. You making cookies?"

I stood aside to let him in, knowing Rose would want him even if I didn't. "Go right ahead. Two of the batches are already finished."

"Oh man," he cried, taking off like his ass was on fire.

Twenty minutes later he belched in contentment, crumbs of a decimated dozen on his plate, chocolate smeared across his chin and milk dripping from his upper lip.

"So good," he groaned.

"Do they even know you're here?" I asked casually, fiddling with my oven mitt.

"No, but – "

The doorbell rang, again. Three knocks.

My heart skipped. I shut it down with a sharp thought as I went to open the door.

"Hey."

He looked me from head to toe, smirking. Then his nose started twitching.

"Yes, Edward. I made cookies. And yes, you can have some. Hi Jasper."

Twenty minutes later he and I were alone.

Edward's eyes fluttered as he polished off yet another cookie. "I can't take it," he said, his voice muffled. "It's too good."

"I just...get in these baking moods," I said, suddenly sultry. Dammit. Sore and tired and I still wanted more. "Sometimes I just wanna bake all night."

His eyes glittered pervily. "Yeah. I like those moods."

Opening another bag of chocolate chips, I poured them languidly onto the counter and started dragging my finger through them, occasionally putting one into my mouth. "It gets so hot in here when I've been baking… did you notice?"

"I noticed," he said faintly, his eyes on the paths my fingers were drawing through the chocolate chips. "Really hot."

I ate another chip, amused at how his gaze followed from counter to mouth.

"What're you doing?" he asked finally, slowly reaching for another cookie.

"Deciding if I want more cookies."

"And what do the chocolate chips tell you?"

"They say to go for it."

"Such divinations are evil, She Witch," he panted, coming around to my side of the counter. He quickly undid his jeans and dropped them on to the floor, boxers and all.

I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, walking away with every intent of going upstairs.

He stopped me and peeled my panties off, then lifted me on to the counter.

"I don't want to get chocolate in my cooch," I complained, scooting away from the chocolate chips.

"Oh, it ain't chocolate you're gonna have in there," he grunted, touching me.

"Wash your hands."

"Don't move," he sneered, leaning over to the sink.

He dried his hands on my apron and pulled me to the edge of the counter, lining himself up with me.

He slid inside and started to move, alternating between fast and slow, deep and light.

Oh my, but he felt good. Edward's sexing skills were… looking up.

"Please tell me I can have cookies any time I want," he whispered, burying face in my neck. "Don't tease me anymore."

"I won't," I promised, holding on for dear life. "As long as you don't go anywhere else for cookies."


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